A river of flames runs through the sky of my mind.



Star pines; marionettes, cast deep green silhouettes.



I fall in love with the powder-grey canvass of dusk.



Everybody does. Everybody has. You will too.



I wonder at the magic cluster of bumble-bee palms



milking honey from thin air. I suppose there are matters,



dear lover, we have never dreamt of.



Shadows sing in harmony. Smiles are everywhere.



When sapphire skies bid the morn good-day,



our world is put to bed; to sleep, perchance to dream



until next morn when



Pele awakens the world



by the rumbling of her moultanous



cauldrons of lava.

11/08/2006